
I miss your cuddles, I miss waking up at 5 am to your ‘yawning’ and ear shakies. I miss being booted around in my own bed so you could get comfortable. And I miss waking up with you puffing, snoring and drooling in my ear.
I miss your awesome bed-making skills which clearly far surpassed my own- as you could not resist re-making it every morning after I was finished. Thank you for your help. I try to replicate your style, but it’s never the same.
You have quite the entourage waiting for you, my baby, I am sure Great-Grandad has renamed you by now, as he is bound to do. I hope all the toys you have destroyed are there waiting for you- along with lots of strawberries. You are always with me. I am looking forward to the day that I will be able to hold you again.
I’m just a little black rain cloud,
hovering under the honey tree,
I’m only a little black rain cloud,
pay no attention to me.
Everyone knows that a rain cloud
never eats honey, no, not a nip.
I’m just floating around,
over the ground,
wondering where I will drip.